Trieste

We left the Venice for Trieste, an Italian city that is very near the Slovenian border. Went to this castle on the Adriatic Sea. Then to the Aunt of Larsen's dad (his dad is originally from Trieste). She cooked for us but just watched us eat, and told me a few times I ate too slow. It was pretty hard to understand her, since I do not really speak Italian, and she uses a dialect on top of it. This dinner experience was completely the opposite of the dinner experience with Larsen's other relatives, just outside of Rome. Awkard, boring, and FULL of language barriers. I can tell you though, that this lady got ripped off twice while visiting New York. Once, with the cab from the airport, and I forget the other time. Or maybe, I never got the full story in the first place. Who knows.

After, we played Risk. I have only played once or twice, over 10 years ago. This time, I reigned as most powerful for much of the game, and almost won. Should have won, really. But.....one must not rush genius. I used to think that Swiss people were all geniuses. Nope, they are just like anyone else. With nice watches, chocolate, and special banks.